Rebirth in the 1970S, the Daily Routine of a Capitalist Lady's Military Marriage

1975. When Gu Mingzhu opened her eyes, she became the most pretentious capitalist lady in the whole compound, and was being arranged to marry a fighting hero with mud-legged background. "I won't marry! He is so rude and illiterate. If I marry him, I will definitely be bullied to death!" The original owner cried and refused. But when Gu Mingzhu looked at the tall man with a stern face outside the door, she felt that this marriage... Seemed pretty good? On the wedding night, the man threw his military coat on the bed and said expressionlessly: "Don't be afraid, I won't touch you. I will give you freedom in one year." Gu Mingzhu blinked and said nothing. But from that day on, this man's unshakable iron law began to be broken one by one. In the morning, his enamel jar was no longer filled with bland white water, but honey water with just the right temperature. In the evening, the rough dry food he brought back was always cut into palatable pieces, with a small plate of pickles next to it. Even the work report he wrote, the handwriting changed from doggy style to regular regular script. Someone held his hand every night and taught him stroke by stroke. Until one winter night, a heavy snowstorm blocked the road and Gu Mingzhu was trapped in school. This man, who had never bowed his head to ask for help, trudged through the knee-deep snow for half an hour before appearing in front of her. He said nothing, only silently put her cold hands into his arms and pressed them against her warm chest. "Is it still cold?" He asked. Gu Mingzhu shook her head, buried her face in his cold military coat, and smiled like a feline cat. This man who talks about not being moved has already been beating abnormally fast. 1. The pretty and charming capitalist lady VS the cold and taciturn fighting hero 2.1V1SC, sweet pet story. Intention: Heal each other, redeem each other, and we are no longer alone.